I guess I'm stable at this moment. I don't really feel depressed, but I'm not quite right either.

For a number of weeks, though I wasn't doing deliberate type exercise (like walking/jogging, dancing, etc.) I was quite physically active doing loads of errands, chores (including heavy cleaning/cooking/gardening). Now I'm just doing the bare minimum. I'm doing chores and cooking most days, but taking easy routes.

For almost all of 2017, I was writing in my blog pretty much daily. Not journaling, but articles, stories, prose poetry, and other things. Now this year, especially lately, I post at most once per week, and it's only about my diet which hasn't been going well. I've even skipped weeks writing about that. My creativity for some things (writing especially) has dried up.

I know how to cook really delicious healthful diet-friendly meals, but for some reason I don't want to or don't crave that food. I still cook, but am cooking stuff with cream or high carbs. Why don't I choose the better things? Really? I DO like the healthful stuff, too.

I've had periods in recent years, even maybe a couple of months ago for a week, when I was raring to get a volunteer job or take a college or adult school course. Now I really don't want to. I'm more happy to stay at home and lounge in bed. Again, I don't feel depressed. What's up?

I've pushed myself to go with hubby to the shore and to movies without complaining or trying to back out. When I'm there, I do get some pleasure out of it, but I am usually not the one to initiate such activities. Well, I did initiate one major thing. I think I did so less because I knew hubby would like it, and more because I dreaded a family get together.

What is this "marginal" stability all about? Do others have this?